Lyric In Memory Of...
Yo, life s web wants me in debt and tries to collect my breath as ransom in return for my soul s silhouette. How deep does shit get? Is it worth the Bentleys and jets in this jungle of sheer cons and devils with breasts. I mean does everything happen for a reason, the change of seasons, even the slugs screamin to stop you from breathin . It seems we re all a target in this mosh pit. The world be spinnin lopsided, that s why I have my logic.
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
So don t tell me how to act - how to be - how to live
We are what we are - forever live or die
Don t tell me how to act - how to be - how to live
I am what I am from beginning to the end
My conspiracy theory threatens national security, speaking clearly, you assholes don t hear me. Walked the psychopath of Timothy Leary when cell therapy wasn t curing me, God put fear in me, scaring me. RIP Kamau Jahi, quiet warrior with dignity, still with me spiritually, forever in memory. Cut throat - who ill as me? Soulfly. Flight attendants ain t got shit on me. You reap what you sow, so I try my hardest to harvest good crops regardless if most artists are garbage - with godless content. To be honest, the chronic plus my fondness of alcoholic products held my spirit in bondage like convicts. Gettin blunted wasn t pungent, overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget. Conflict. Indo had my mental growth stunted, cut friends out my circumference I used to run with. Rose above it. Fuck thuggin and clubbin , I got one in the oven, plus my girl s talkin husband - she buggin . My method of flowin expression through poem, salt of the Earth like the ocean - God s chosen spokesman. Creation to cremation, to be blatant - fuck Satan - paper chasin motherfuckers facing damnation. Girls actin fly with no interest in aviation - fuck station - radio waves is just radiation.
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
You don t feel when I bleed, when I scream, when I feel
We are what we are - forever live or die
You don t know how I feel, what is real, what s the deal
I am what I am from beginning to the end
Cutthroat Logic - the newest extension of the Soulfly Tribe from now until the day that I die. Can t you tell by the pain in my eyes that with this music I will bring my dream to life. Stressed the F out, losin my mind, I wanna blow up right now but I know it takes time. Like slanging saxs to takin elbows across the state lines, from 22 s to tec 9 s swag to kind. Underground to worldwide, I will never die, forever my words in my rhymes they gonna keep me alive. So onward I strive each and every day of my life az I fight to keep K-RAB s dream alive. Forever my better half from fightin to makin cash. Some things in life are fucked up - wish I could take em back. But I live life with no regrets so I just look back on life and laugh.
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
In memory of D-LOW I carry this pain
We are what we are - I know you understand
In memory of D-LOW I carved your name
I am what I am from beginning to the end
Got Catholics in confession and 5-percenters studying lessons while the youth smoke Buddha for blessing. I hear you fuckers on vinyl praising false idols - claiming Gods and dogs and other fraud titles - to rival. My recital s laced with the Bible, life is just a time trial - I m trying to make the finals. March madness in the land of savages - I m stranded, a magnet for static so I combat it diplomatic - nomadic - what I m tatted - my cross my only baggage - roots go back to Africa, I m not Asiatic. Brothas mastered mathematics and still they can t add it. My quest isn t cabbage although it s nice to have it - rock the planet - like volcanic magma fragments - as my lava cools a lot of fools take me for granite. I just wanna meet the trinity and live for infinity - laugh at the enemy - when I get there who cares who remember me - on Earth. Since birth my dome had afro turf - ask the nurse - I heard a verse that said - "who s last is first" - so I keep my flesh humble cause I m still-skinned like Rumple - average a triple double and keep my game subtle - jam harder - than Vince on all ballers from bench to starter since I slaughter holler - murda - on Shawn Carter - no honor with robbers - so I pray to my godfather and my conscience isn t bothered by how I get my dollars.
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
So don t tell me how to act - how to be - how to live
We are what we are - forever live or die
Don t tell me how to act - how to be - how to live
I am what I am from beginning to the end
My conspiracy theory threatens national security, speaking clearly, you assholes don t hear me. Walked the psychopath of Timothy Leary when cell therapy wasn t curing me, God put fear in me, scaring me. RIP Kamau Jahi, quiet warrior with dignity, still with me spiritually, forever in memory. Cut throat - who ill as me? Soulfly. Flight attendants ain t got shit on me. You reap what you sow, so I try my hardest to harvest good crops regardless if most artists are garbage - with godless content. To be honest, the chronic plus my fondness of alcoholic products held my spirit in bondage like convicts. Gettin blunted wasn t pungent, overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget. Conflict. Indo had my mental growth stunted, cut friends out my circumference I used to run with. Rose above it. Fuck thuggin and clubbin , I got one in the oven, plus my girl s talkin husband - she buggin . My method of flowin expression through poem, salt of the Earth like the ocean - God s chosen spokesman. Creation to cremation, to be blatant - fuck Satan - paper chasin motherfuckers facing damnation. Girls actin fly with no interest in aviation - fuck station - radio waves is just radiation.
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
You don t feel when I bleed, when I scream, when I feel
We are what we are - forever live or die
You don t know how I feel, what is real, what s the deal
I am what I am from beginning to the end
Cutthroat Logic - the newest extension of the Soulfly Tribe from now until the day that I die. Can t you tell by the pain in my eyes that with this music I will bring my dream to life. Stressed the F out, losin my mind, I wanna blow up right now but I know it takes time. Like slanging saxs to takin elbows across the state lines, from 22 s to tec 9 s swag to kind. Underground to worldwide, I will never die, forever my words in my rhymes they gonna keep me alive. So onward I strive each and every day of my life az I fight to keep K-RAB s dream alive. Forever my better half from fightin to makin cash. Some things in life are fucked up - wish I could take em back. But I live life with no regrets so I just look back on life and laugh.
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
In memory of D-LOW I carry this pain
We are what we are - I know you understand
In memory of D-LOW I carved your name
I am what I am from beginning to the end
Got Catholics in confession and 5-percenters studying lessons while the youth smoke Buddha for blessing. I hear you fuckers on vinyl praising false idols - claiming Gods and dogs and other fraud titles - to rival. My recital s laced with the Bible, life is just a time trial - I m trying to make the finals. March madness in the land of savages - I m stranded, a magnet for static so I combat it diplomatic - nomadic - what I m tatted - my cross my only baggage - roots go back to Africa, I m not Asiatic. Brothas mastered mathematics and still they can t add it. My quest isn t cabbage although it s nice to have it - rock the planet - like volcanic magma fragments - as my lava cools a lot of fools take me for granite. I just wanna meet the trinity and live for infinity - laugh at the enemy - when I get there who cares who remember me - on Earth. Since birth my dome had afro turf - ask the nurse - I heard a verse that said - "who s last is first" - so I keep my flesh humble cause I m still-skinned like Rumple - average a triple double and keep my game subtle - jam harder - than Vince on all ballers from bench to starter since I slaughter holler - murda - on Shawn Carter - no honor with robbers - so I pray to my godfather and my conscience isn t bothered by how I get my dollars.
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
